Making Friends and Telling Stories

January 1, 2013

I talk to so many people these days. I have met so many new friends– young children and kind moms and athletes and fancy bike riders and the old guy with a quick snappy wit. I learned that I love to be out in the public and talk to folks.

People come to visit me and bring me things I need. I had someone make me a hat. I had someone bring me coffee. I had another bring me fruit and snacks and a set of coveralls.

When I am out in the open world I learn about myself. I learn about my craft– painting and color and technique. I learn about my mind. I feel like it is a meditation.

I learn how important it is to be a human and intermingle with other happy souls. You might go to the corner store to get a hot drink but you leave with an incredible bagel– warm and toasty. Unexpected lessons and gifts are what make life so beautiful.

I wear my emotions on my sleeve. The cold wind blows around my beard. My heart is warmed by those great people I speak with from my basket under the Highland Avenue bridge. Thank you Atlanta for all of your kindness.

   
– kyle